White Horses on the Hill

Vocals & Creative Concept: Ekaterina Yaremchuk Historic Footprint — History Lives in Music White Horses on the Hill White upon the ancient hill, Through the years you're running still... Hand to hand beneath the sky, We shaped a horse where winds run high, A creature born of earth and light, To guard the valley day and night. Through the grass, beneath the sun, See the ancient white horse run. White horses, carry our memory on, Through the winter darkness to the summer dawn. Though the hands that made you vanished long ago, Across the ancient hillside, your white spirit glows. The seasons turned, the rains came down, Green grass returned across the ground, But every year we climbed once more To clear the lines our fathers saw. Through the wind, beneath the sun, Keep the ancient white horse running. [Chorus] White horses running over England's hills, Running through the ages, running with us still. Carved into the chalk beneath the open sky, Watching generations live and pass you by. Was it a symbol? Was it a sign? A mark for the people, A gift to the sky? No ancient voice Can tell us why, But the horse keeps running Where the red kites fly. Through rain and thunder, Through frost and flame, The hills remember What we cannot name. White horses running over England's hills, Across the rolling downs you're racing with us still. Cut into the chalk beneath the endless sky, You watched a thousand generations passing by. White on the hill... Bright in the sun... Across the ages... Forever you run. White horses... Forever you run.